Coach Long: Well, uh, the boys are exaggerating a bit, but, uh, I did work up an appetite saving all these lives. [laughs] You know, some of y'all start a fire. And the rest of y'all, sharpen up some sticks so we can roast some hot dogs. Come on.
Bill: Actually, I know you told me to get hot dogs, but I did a lot better than that. Freeze-dried beef stroganoff.
Coach Long: What you feeding us? Beanies and weenies would have been a whole lot easier.
Bill: Cliff, this is the food of the future. The salesman told me this is what the astronauts use. All we got to do is add hot water and we'll be eating like kings.
[later, the boys are sitting around with bowls full of colorless slop:]
Bill: Come on, guys. If you close your eyes, it's just like eating at a fancy restaurant in... whatever country beef stroganoff comes from.

Bill: What's eating at you?
Dean: My friends all think I'm petty.
Lillian: Well, tell your friends...
Bill: You're petty as hell, Dean.
Lillian: Bill.
Bill: He's petty at Christmas, petty with his sister. He was petty as a baby. First time I changed his diaper, he was mad it wasn't you and peed in my face.
Lillian: All babies are like that.
Bill: You didn't see the look in his eye when he did it. Petty.

Bill: Albert.
Kwame: [sighs] Uh, I prefer Kwame, sir.
Bill: I bet you do. But that's not what your mama named you.
Kwame: Uh, well, we were on our way out, so, uh...
Bill: I parked behind you in the driveway, so we might as well sit a spell and catch up.
Kwame: Oh.
Bill: How's that revolution coming? Y'all on schedule?
Kim: Ugh.

Kim: Friendship is what I want.
Bill: You're driving this?
Kim: Yes. And my friend and I are about to be late to Cathy's party.
Bill: So you're just gonna let her do all the talking for you?
Kwame: I'm... I'm sorry...
Bill: So you're just gonna interrupt her when she was talking?
Kwame: Oh, I'm... I...
Bill: So you're just gonna let me contradict myself like that?
Kwame: I don't...

Adult Dean: We just spent 20 minutes in the car together, and he couldn't give me a heads up?
Lillian: Bill, are you sure about this?
Bill: Absolutely. I don't want to be the kind of husband that doesn't support his wife's dreams. So I thought about what my father would do... and decided to do the opposite.

Bill: Plenty of good Black colleges out there, too, you know. She can go to 'Skegee like us. Better yet, Spelman. No boys. It's a win-win.
Kim: For who?
Bill: [points to himself] Win. [points to Lillian] Win. [laughter]
Adult Dean: A lot of Black folks like my dad didn't feel like we needed to mix with White people to be better off. But my dad put his money where his mouth was. He'd always hire the Black doctor, Black accountant, the Black plumber, and often he'd have something we'd call "Black regret." [water dripping]

Bill: [laughs] Look at you. You got yourself a little girlfriend. [laughs] My man!
Adult Dean: It's an exciting thing when your dad's impressed with you for the first time.
Bill: You got any money on you? Got a girlfriend now. Gotta have a little money in your pocket at all times.
Dean: But you don't give me an allowance.
Bill: That's right. Not going to. But here's $3 for you and your lady.
Lillian: Well, I think it's sweet that you have a girlfriend. Charlene seems like a nice girl.
Bill: And she's a preacher's daughter, so make sure you treat her right. Be respectful. Don't be out there acting all mannish.
Dean: All we ever do is talk.
Bill: Then what you need those $3 for? [takes money back]

Kim: Let's go over analogies. [Kim sighs] The SATs are important, Kim.
Kim: This stupid test has nothing to do with real life. You know, Bobby Seale and H. Rap Brown didn't even finish college.
Bill: You're going to college. I'm sure the revolution's gonna need a good dentist or accountant. [Dean and Bill laugh] Besides, what kind of music professor would I be if my daughter didn't go to college? Bad enough my son doesn't have rhythm.
Dean: Hey!
Bill: Yet. My son doesn't have rhythm yet.

Bill: Guess what. Your mother caught us dinner. Since you took Dean with you, I decided to take your mother fishing with me.
Lillian: You know, I had never gone fishing with your father in all these years. It felt so peaceful. Like everything was normal. [laughs]
Adult Dean: It was good to see them laughing again. I guess Mama needed Daddy's fishing trip as much as I did. Hope you're hungry.
[Bill, Kim and Dean laugh when Lillian lifts the pan lid to reveal a tiny fish cooking on top of the rice]
Lillian: What? I am very proud of this catch.
Dean: Aren't you supposed to use that to catch bigger fish?
Kim: It ain't nothing but eyes and a tail.
Bill: Stop it, you two. Mind your manners.
Lillian: Hmm!
Bill: Now, Kim, go get the tiny plates from your dollhouse so we can eat this thing. [laughter]

Lillian: Okay, let's get one thing clear, Dean. The feelings that you have when you see those magazines are natural. They are not dirty. I don't want you to ever feel guilty or ashamed of what you're feeling. So, I think it's time that we talk with you about sex.
Adult Dean: Maybe it was time for me to die.
Bill: Can't we just whoop the boy like God intended?
Dean: Yeah, Mama, I'll take the whooping.